At some point in time- everything we know; will form a single line,
and we'll shake hands with the stars- watching them linger n shine.
wicked senses overlap our sickest visions; holding out the worst,
and while we jump picket fences listening for twisted winces, we feel the hurt.
seeking purpose, finding everything we hid when we were feeling worthless,
realizing all that we've ever known about life ends as the earth drifts.
into a downward spiral, it stops; abrupt, dissipating things we once loved,
it all flows together and warms our blood, preparing us for the internal flood.
umbrellas propel us just pass the wreckage and treat us as felons,
inner peace creating a jealous conscience, ignoring everything it tells us.
our senses are jumbled, fighting to take over what's left in the jungle,
hanging from vines and avoiding the trouble, all of our steps- stop in the rubble.
she introduces herself as the one who reels it all in, keeps you from fallin in,
into the deep end where you're stuck teaching yourself how to swim.
a puppeteer thrown into the paper thin career, holding onto your fears,
no strings attached but you're hanging by a thread and that's all you hear.
but no they're not whispers, though they leave traces on the windows,
her make up runs and leaves those tell all stains on her pillows.
she changes the cases but it's a permanent scar, pertinent flaws,
right here, right now she changes the channel but it always recalls.
she stays..switching back and forth, mingling with a lack of force,
by now she's itching for crack of course, she'll never have to ask for yours.
her head- it opens up, shows exactly why she was..the way she was,
remaining permanently fucked up, she tempted herself with lust- not love.
she drew the short straw and when she got to the ends of her rope..
..they snapped and she fell miles down but never made it home.
so she travels, walking alone, holding out for the best or the worst,
she drowns in her tears and they escape through her shirt.
planting themselves, deep in the earth, seeds peek out- unaware of the hurt.
but ever since she screamed during birth, she got used to never being heard.
so when the planets align, and attempt to form that single file line,
they'll end up crooked and that's when everything as we know it..
..will finally stop- according to time.
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